So you know those days when you feel like you have bad luck all over you and wonder what the flippin' heck did you to deserve this? That is me for a few days. Okay, in martial arts we do a workout that makes me so sore, I'm still sore three days later. Then, the next day I take a shower, slam my finger in the door and scrape both elbows. What the heck?! Then, today... omg. I'm leaving the house to go to the dentist and I slam the door on my toe. And it rips the skin of my toe open. Okay so at first I just think, oh it's probably just bruised! No. No, it really wasn't. As I'm getting in the car, I look down and, well... my hand is covered in blood, and my toe looks bloody and mangled. And so I was just like, W. H. A. T. I mean, it didn't even hurt that much! It was actually not THAT bad, but when I first actually saw it? Panic city. But yeah I'm fine. Put, like, three band-aids on it after washing it off so, it's fine now! But now I'm scared what tomorrow will bring. No more bad luck pleeeeease!